He goes into his room.
Molvik (rising). Excuse me—I can’t—I must go down at once.
Relling. Have some soda-water, man!
Molvik (hurrying off). Uh! uh!
He goes out at the entrance door.
Relling (to Hjalmar). Let us drink to the old hunter.
Hjalmar (touching his glass). Yes, to the bold sportsman on the brink of the grave!
Relling. To the gray-headed—— (Drinking.) I say, is his hair gray or is it white!
Hjalmar. It’s between the two; besides he hasn’t so many hairs left on his head.
Relling. Well; you can get through life with false hair. Yes, at the bottom you’re a happy man, Ekdal; you have that great life-mission to toil for——